LOVE-COUNTER-LOVE

Dear Aneesa

Forget me! It is easier said than done. The more I try to forget you, the morse I remember you.

The hours I spend with thee, dear heart,

Are as a string of pearls to me:

I count them over, every one apart,

My rosary, my rosary.

Don’t you think the two of us together can look better after you aged parents than you alone with your earnings.

Yours forever,

Abid.